Friday, November 4, 2011

When Kids are Not Kids (literally)

Our household is composed of the usual cast; the Mother, the
Father, Sister and Brother. I’m the eldest and I’ve seen my sister and brother
become adults right before my very eyes. When I was still young, they were
babies. Unlike most of the elder siblings, I don’t get jealous by my parent’s
ardent attention with the juvenile rowdy broods. I got a life of my own and I only
need minute guidance from mama and papa. When I was a kid, I got high
expectations upon myself and I felt the need to inspire the kids to study well
like me. I thought I got 50% success rate in that goal, having my sister
graduate BS Nursing and my younger brother, still a work in progress. He’s out
from college pursuing rock music.

Growing up, I was used to having kids running around the
house. I used to seeing crayon marks in the wall, toys all around the living
room and candy wrappers hidden under the sofa. Apart from the usual riot I see
almost every day, my parent’s voice lingers in every corner of the house. On
those very moments, you can see me inside my room, studying. Or doing my
favorite monologues or singing.

My parents now are nearly approaching their 60’s. The average
age of the household now is sitting at 37.8. In other words, we’re getting old and
the usual noise you hear at home is now replaced with the noise of TV, radio,
dogs barking and neighbor’s children playing outside the street.

Only until recently that we got to be friendlier to our
pets. In comparison to the previous years, we’re generally friendly to our
house pets but not to the point of allowing them inside the living room. They can
just go as far as our dirty kitchen. They have their own abode in our garage or
backyard.

Things have changed and we now miss having kids around. However,
we can’t have the option of having another kid, for obvious reasons that Nimmy
and I can’t produce our own. Adoption is not also an option. Raising a kid for
us means we have to be very stable in all aspect. We’re working on it. My
sister doesn’t have a boyfriend and I influenced sister enough with the need to
establish a good life for her future kids. Brother has a girlfriend, but he’s
well aware of the repercussion of having his own family. He’s definitely not
ready for it.

So to satisfy our craving, we have established some special
bonds with our pets. They can now enter the living room, play around the carpet
- which by the way, have been exposed to our dog’s furry coat. It’s a struggle
to clean. Cats can now wander around our rooms. Cats and dogs have been
playmates and our spring door, their most favorite playground equipment.

By the way, if you consider fighting cocks as pets, we have around 17 cocks- 12 found in our farm, 5 are in our backyard, tendered by my dad. Whether they like it or not though, they can just stay where they are.

I'd like to introduce our cute and lovable house pets. Apologies for the pictures, it's hard taking them when they are in constant playful motion and if you're just using a cellphone cam. Also, they have last names too, courtesy of my very prolific sister. Enjoy!

Yuki Manashue, our 2 years old Canaan white breed dog. His tricks include high five and puppy eyes.

Jamal Yaislamiya, 3 years old dwarf askal. He's the Mara in Mara Clara.

Cerberus Xrus, 3 years old dwarf askal, the Clara in Mara Clara. He's got special talent; licking walls and doors.

Lucio Cubangay, son of the famous blogger Nimmychan, chilling out in our car Nikki.

Father and son, Nimmy and Lucio. This is also my current phone wall paper. So cute, I wanna squeeze them.